I'M Too Old For the Super Bowl
I’m too old for the Super Bowl.
I care not for the game
And every single play, to me,
Looks somehow just the same.
A kick, a pass, a step or two
Then everybody’s down.
Repeat ad infinitum
‘Til somebody wins the crown.
Commercial breaks once made me laugh,
At least a scattered few.
Now more and more I watch them
And I just don’t have a clue.
And then the halftime show! To me,
A disappointing blend
Of posturing and thugginess
I couldn’t wait to end.
I’m too old for the Super Bowl
But I’ve an alibi
At least for this one, ‘cause my grandkids,
Game-time, stopped on by.
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